Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I…I was his slut.
We’d somehow ended up in my bedroom.
God.
He was unzipping his pants.
He was going to…on my bed.
Sir was on my bed and I was there.
“Good boy. Yes, cock-worshipping sluts kneel between their Master’s legs.” Sir stroked my cheek before his hand moved down to free his cock from his pants. “If you do a good job worshipping my cock, I’ll let you do it again and again, but only if you show me what a cock slut I’ve got and how much you love playing with a real one.”
His underwear.
He was.
That was.
Oh wow.
“Yes, you’re so pretty when you’re licking your lips and making such needy sounds.” Sir released his cock, pushing his tight briefs down to offer his cock and balls up for me to worship. “What do you say?”
I.
He.
“Thank you, Sir.” He stroked his cock but made his not enough sound. I had to be good to get my reward. Yes. I could be good. “Thank you for letting me…for letting me worship your cock. I…I was your good boy and you let me pick my reward. And…and I’m your cock slut.”
Yes.
That had to be enough.
“Oh, good boy.” Sir’s happy sound made me squirm and whine, but he was so proud of me he pulled my head down to his beautiful cock. “Kiss and let me hear how a slut begs for a cock.”
The room started spinning like I was getting ready for liftoff, but I kissed the tip and let the crazy feeling take over even more. I had a real cock to play with and a Master who said I was his slut and who was going to keep me and use me.
Yes, that was all that mattered.
“Thank you, Sir.” Part of my brain sighed and pointed out how long it’d been since I felt so incredible and full, but I didn’t want to let that part take over. The floating, spinning feeling was the best and there were no words there. “Please let me worship you.”
Yes, a real cock should be worshipped.
That was such a good word.
“Oh, good boy.” Master stroked his hand over my head, making a pleased sound that went right through me. “What are you going to do first, hmm? Are you going to nuzzle it or kiss it? Cute little licks? What’s my slut’s favorite way to worship a cock?”
He knew I wanted things.
He expected me to want things.
How could he know that?
“I…” It was my reward. I could ask for whatever I wanted. I was a good boy. “Smell it. I…I want to nuzzle you first and…and smell you.”
He was always so…so manly and strong, and he…he always smelled like a Master.
“Such a sweet slut. I’m going to enjoy that.” Master stroked my head again, making a pleased sound as he inched my face closer to the base of his cock and rubbed me against him. “You look so good like that, pretty boy.”
No more hiding.
No more wanting.
No more worrying.
No more thinking.
There were just scents and his touch and his cock.
“That’s right. Big breath, slut. Let me see how much you want it.” Taking in his scent made me lightheaded, and holding it in sent the world spinning again, but it was the best feeling ever. “I love seeing my slut so happy. Such a good boy.”
Happy.
Master was happy too.
“You feel so good.” Master moaned, rubbing my face against him as he rocked his hips up. “Yes, you love your reward, don’t you?”
Master.
He had a real cock and it was my reward.
I couldn’t nod but I could moan and whine as I kissed his cock and let him use my face to pleasure himself. It was even better than getting to worship him and it felt like liftoff had finally taken me away when he went back to petting my head. “Kisses and licks, slut. Enjoy your reward before I decide how I’m going to use you to get off.”
Use me.
He was going to use his slut.
I was going to get to make him come.
“That’s perfect. Those soft, sexy lips. Perfect for worshipping and being fucked.” Master was sweet, petting my head and moaning as I licked up the underside of his cock. “Such a sweet slut. Look at you.”
Worshipping a real cock.
His real cock.
“Pretty kisses too.” Master moaned again as I used my tongue on his slit, kissing it and humming as the floaty feeling took me higher and higher. “You’re doing such a good job.”
Because I was his good boy.
I was his slut.
I was his and I let the floaty feeling finally send me flying.
Chapter 8
Cyrus
He was so fucking sexy like that.
Even before he’d swallowed my cum, he’d been flying so high in subspace he couldn’t see the ground. But now that he was nuzzling and nursing on the tip of my cock, he was boneless and looked like he didn’t have a care in the world.